Why is that whatever I do I ended up thinking negativity?
Why does at the every end of everyday, everything I do is useless?
I am still trying to live
But why does it is better to be off dead?
I filled myself with happy things everyday
But everynight, I have nothing but an empty feeling
I feel isolated and alone
I'm love it at the same time loathe it.
Them telling me to speak what's on my mind
But here I am, still dealing with it on my own.
Im getting crazier each day
I guess, little by little I'll lose it
